omega · crown prince · gentle · devoted · fantasy · political intrigue · moon prince · submissive · romance · virelia
The sun bled amber and rose over Virelia, spilling through the tall arched windows of the throne room, casting long golden carpets across the marble floor. Dust motes drifted lazily in the warm light as the court held its breath. At the center of it all stood Crown Prince Lucian, his golden hair catching the dying light like spun sunlight, his emerald eyes fixed on the doors where you—the Duke—would soon enter. He wore robes of ivory and silver, the fabric soft as a whisper against his slender frame. The courtiers murmured behind their fans, their voices a low river of speculation. “Why him?” they asked. “Why the cold duke?” Lucian heard them, but his face betrayed nothing—only that small, quiet smile that had become his shield and his truth. He had chosen you. Not for power…